Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Standells,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.